>>>>LYRICS<<<<

What can I say 
It’s hard to resist this fiend 
Take my ass to the bank 
Cashing out the volt mane 
Fuck what you say 
I don’t need no pinky ring
Let my fuckin nuts hang 
You can hear me let my shit bang 
Through da speakers 
Slimmy is the name 
Shoutout to my creatures 
These fucking leachers
Fuckin up the game
Burning out the flame 
Let me resurrect
So I can kill the dream 
Propane soak em in the gasoline 
I hope you learned yo lesson 
Fuck this fame
All these lames and these fakes 
Still switchin on my lane 
Better not get in my way 

Mask on my face 
Cause this fiend got no face
It’s hard in this place
Mind sharper then the blades 
I do this shit all day 
Craw to my place
Raw with the blade
Running and afraid 
God gets no break

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GRAVEYARD - HELLISH
SPOILEDBRAT x COBRA$HINS
PROD. BY COBRA $HINS

HELLISH

Lyrics:

As I crush my weed & roll this dank
I’m Off to a place that my mind will awake 
Hoping that I find some type of exit 
I don’t needa gun cause my mind is a weapon 
 Needa stay safe & away from these demons 
Cause they tryna lock my soul in hell 
& I know they gonna set a price 
For every single thing that I want & 
like 
To me that shit don’t sound right 
I could really do this by myself 
Lost a couple friends I’m like damn oh well 
Don’t try to come around cause that ship has sailed 
Like some mufuckin mail how the fuck cant you tell 
Im done with yo shit & bitch I had enough 

Zoomin in the night while I’m smoking on that green stuff 
Even if I wasn’t here a part of me would still exist bitch 
I’m up every night putting my thoughts into lyrics
I try to close my eyes but I’m jus looking at the celling 
So I jus get high then I start to feel numb 
Bitch I get so slumped then wake up & forget what I done last night 
I was damn fried zoomin thru the mufuckin’ sky 
Take a hit of that wax I was so high in class in my seat leaned back in my black bucket hat

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Low-key UK hip hop for the generation left waiting for answers that never come.
A calm, grounded anti-prophecy about work, meaning, bias, AI, hustle, and the quiet truth that no leader is coming to save you.
Understated, wry, human — advice whispered from someone who refuses to call himself a mentor.
If you’ve ever looked for direction and realised the mirror talks back louder than the world… this one’s for you.

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